Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.